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She laughed nervously. "I've.. never been a great cook without a recipe."
He blinked, flushing slightly before kissing her back.
He was silent, watching.
She nodded slowly. "Okay.. What would be first?"
He burst out laughing, his eyes bright.
He was silent for a moment. "I see.."
She looked around with interest, following him.
Nothing was burning of course, but he kissed the back of her neck. "Oh wait. It's you. Cause you're hot."
"What kind of fragile state?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're right."
He chuckled before playfully looking up. "Do I smell something burning?"
"Can we put the original back now?"
"Oh!" She seemed almost startled at herself. "Of course. I'm sorry."
"I like Poppy Abernathy."
Sam pointed to the golden one. "Is that her?"
She was looking at the ground again. "Yeah.. Okay."
"No.. Only Poppy."
He sat up, his brows furrowed as he did as she asked.
She was quiet before looking up at him observantly.
"Poppy Abernathy is the best name ever."
